Lost in these times
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Its hard to make up our minds
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This is the reason
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We're convicted for our crimes
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So we wait
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Scars on our face
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They show the importance
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Of finding a way to leave this place
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But then we're left with
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Nothing substantial to hold
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And I'm afraid that
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Our stories will never be told
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Some people carry on
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Some just stay right where they are
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Our worlds divide the sight
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I'd rather move along
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Knowledge is not very far
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Our worlds divide the sight
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When innocence dies
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It tends to shake up your life
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Let it consume you
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And then leave it all behind
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I need escape
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From the choices we made
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And the feelings of longing
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That are standing in our way
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Don't give up on hope...
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DON'T GIVE UP ON HOPE...
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Don't give because its hope that binds us
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Pain that guides us
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Who do we trust when those things remind us
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Its hope that guides us
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Pain that binds us
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Who do we trust when they're not behind us?
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World's Divide
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Flaw |